"You..." He Zhenzhen stomped her feet and said, "I'm telling you, Xiao Baitang is not dead!"
I suddenly opened my eyes: "What did you say?"
He Zhenzhen said: "Let me put it this way! Xiao Baitang's soul entered the blood money in your body. You didn't notice it at the time, but we all saw it. Do you think the things that Banming Daoning Nitian left behind would be so simple?"
He Zhenzhen hid in the ghost money without waiting for me to say anything: "If you want to die here, then go ahead and die."
My heart suddenly shook.
Ning Ni Tian, Ning Ni Tian, means "I would rather go against the will of heaven than bow to fate." Would he watch his descendants fall into the Half Life Curse and do nothing? Given his personality, he certainly wouldn't do that.
The curse of the ghost vein is "separation between life and death".
For a sorcerer, death does not necessarily mean separation. As long as the sorcerer has sufficient skills, he can call back the soul and live with the ghost for half his life. If he meets a sorcerer with profound skills, it may not be impossible to let the dead return to life again.
For a warlock, "death separation" means that the other party turns to ashes. After Xiao Baitang left, I never saw her soul appear, and there was not even a ghost messenger within a hundred meters of me. I originally thought that Xiao Baitang's soul would dissipate under the curse of heaven, and never thought that she would enter the ghost eye blood money silently.
Regardless of Ning Nitian's descendants, as for himself, a master who could create the "Nine Fate Swords" and deduce the secrets of heaven for a hundred years, couldn't he calculate the direction of the ghost messenger entering the underworld? Couldn't he ambush the ghost messenger and snatch the souls of lovers or relatives
Ning Nitian must have also experienced the pain of being unable to take back the soul and watching the soul of a loved one dissipate before his eyes, so he left behind the secret method of Ghost Eye Money and created the even more powerful Ghost Eye Blood Money
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but pick up the three blood coins on the ground and touched them one by one: "Xiao Baitang, is that you? Xiao Baitang, is that you... is that you?"
But I asked three times, but there was no response from Blood Money. Was I wrong
No. Even if I am wrong, I have to find out the secret of the Ghost Eye Blood Money.
I stood up and walked around the cell. How on earth was I going to get out
Seeking external forces? But who is my external force
Bean mom
Unless Dou Ma can use all the strength of Jiuchong Pavilion to attack Xuanjing Division. Impossible, unless Shen Lin is willing to sacrifice Jiuchong Pavilion and go crazy with her.
Ye Jin
Ye Jin would definitely use Ye Yanluo's power to suppress Xuan Jingsi and force them to release the people. But Ye Yanluo was only a secular force after all, and once Ye Jin took action, it would be equivalent to exposing his position, which would definitely bring him fatal disaster.
Ancient Piaoran
It's impossible. Gu Piaoran and Qishi Shuilan are working together to defy the heavens. Now they are cautious with every step they take. How could they come and fall into the trap? Besides, Gu Piaoran, Qishi Shuilan and I don't have a life-and-death relationship.
Lu Xiaoying
She must not come. If she comes, there will be one more person here.
Sun Xiaomei
Although I caught Sun Xiaomei's weakness, she was still trying to kill me. Besides, her position in the Xuanjing Division was not enough to let me go.
I thought about everyone I could think of, and there was really no one who could save me.
The more I thought about it, the more upset I felt. I couldn't help but pace around the cell. I had just walked around a few times when Nangong Ling, who had been sitting quietly by the wall, suddenly burst into tears.
Without even thinking, I turned around and yelled, "Why are you crying?"
Nangong Ling hugged her knees with both hands, buried her head between her legs and sobbed, "The monk is dead, he is dead..."
"Bullshit!" I was immediately furious. "How could a monk die?"
Nangong Ling said intermittently: "My peach blossom Gu is fake, but it can also sense his life and death. The monk really died just now, and not far from us..."
"Shut your mouth! The monk will not die!" Although I shouted at Nangong Ling, I also had a bad premonition in my heart.
When I reached out to light a cigarette, I found that all my cigarettes had been taken away. I could only sit in the corner in silence.
Not long after, Sun Xiaomei pushed open the cell door and walked in with a pale face holding a brocade box: "Wu Zhao, Shi Bucong is dead..."
I stood up suddenly: "Tell me again!"
Sun Xiaomei seemed to be startled by me: "I don't know how Shi Bucong sneaked into the Xuanjing Division. After using a secret method to forcibly improve his cultivation, he rushed into the black prison like crazy. After fighting down two floors, he was surrounded and killed on the spot by the masters guarding the prison."
I just felt my face becoming increasingly ferocious in anger: “You lied to me!”
Sun Xiaomei swallowed her saliva and said, "I didn't lie to you. When Shi Bucong was killed, Sun Yifan also rushed over with the Demon Slayer Hall. After Shi Bucong was hacked to pieces by the prison guards, Sun Yifan said, "Shi Bucong is a righteous man who risked his life just to see his brothers. Let's send his head to Wu Zhaojian!"
After Sun Xiaomei opened the brocade box, I also saw the head of Shi Heshang with bloodshot eyes. My head suddenly made a buzzing sound, and my body swayed twice, and I almost fell to the ground. When I finally calmed down and wanted to go over to catch Shi Heshang, Nangong Ling rushed over before me, desperately hugged Shi Heshang's head in her arms and burst into tears: "Monk—Monk..."
I also wanted to take another look at the monk, but how could I have the heart to snatch him from Nangong Ling
Sun Xiaomei said in a trembling voice: "The death of Shi Heshang has nothing to do with me. It really has nothing to do with me. You must tell Ye Jin..."
"Get lost—" I was immediately furious.
Sun Xiaomei took a few steps back: "I'll leave, I'll leave right away..."
Not long after Sun Xiaomei ran out of the cell and locked the door, Shi Heshang, who was still holding his head, suddenly said, "Old Wu, don't feel sad for me. I owe you this."
"Monk!" I said urgently, "Don't talk, protect your soul, I have some ghost eye money here, hide first."
When I hurriedly took out the ghost eye blood money, Monk Shi laughed and said, "It's useless. The death of a Half-Life disciple is like the extinguishing of a lamp, and even the soul is gone. The one talking to you now is a spirit. Don't say anything, just listen to me."
Monk Shi said quickly, "I have brought you the secret manual of the Heaven-Defying Hand. Lu Xiaoying said that only by giving you the Heaven-Defying Hand can you have a chance of survival. Listen carefully, I can only read it once, so you must listen carefully."
I said in a trembling voice: "You talk, I listen."
Monk Shi said: "The divine hand defies the will of heaven, so one must be focused..."
No distractions? But how can I be no distractions when I can't even listen to a word
But what I didn't expect was that the secret book that Shi Monk read out was actually forced into my mind word for word. I only listened to a few sentences and said sternly: "Monk, stop reading! You are using up your soul power to make me remember the secret book. If you keep reading, you will be wiped out!"
Monk Shi seemed not to hear my roar, and continued to recite the secret manual of "Heaven-Defying Hand" quickly. I rushed to the monk and stretched out my hand to cover his mouth, but the sound of the secret manual continued to come into my mind: "Monk, stop reciting, please!"
Monk Shi finished reading the secret book before he slowly said, "Old Wu, I came here secretly this time. I came here to give an explanation for the friendship between us. I want to say that if it wasn't for the master's order, I wouldn't lie to you. Do you believe it?"
"I believe it! I believe it..." I nodded desperately, but Monk Shi whispered, "Old Wu, the friendship between us is still there? Is it still there?"
"Brother!" I burst into tears, "We will always be brothers!"
Monk Shi smiled with satisfaction and said, "It's great to hear you call me 'brother'. I hope we can meet again in the next life!"
Monk Shi seemed to be about to close his eyes while speaking, but Nangong Ling cried out, "Monk, don't go, don't go! Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"Lingling!" Monk Shi said with difficulty, "If it weren't for Master's order, I really hope that the relationship between us would be real, and I really hope that you can plant the Peach Blossom Gu in me. Without Master's order, you would plant the Gu in me, right?"
Nangong Ling burst into tears and said, "Yes, I will. I will give my peach blossom Gu to you alone! Monk, don't go..."
Monk Shi laughed heartily and said, "Lingling, I can finally leave with peace of mind. If... if there is an afterlife, I don't want to be the successor of the Half-Life Dao. I just hope to stay by your side."
Monk Shi closed his eyes with a smile. I knelt on the ground crying, but Nangong Ling said calmly, "Put away your tears, stand up, learn the Heaven-Defying Hand, and fight your way out of the black prison."
Nangong Ling said sternly: "Shi Bucong is your brother and the successor of the Half-Life Dao. If he leaves, everything will be reduced to ashes. He was willing to die for the sake of justice. If you die here, the next life that I hope for will only be an unrealized hope!"
Nangong Ling's voice began to become hoarse: "If you feel that you are brothers with the monk, you should stand up, escape, and change your fate. Not only for yourself, but also for the monk. Only when you push the thread of fate, the fate of the Half-Life Dao will change with you."
"Don't say you don't want to go against the will of heaven. The monk doesn't actually owe you any loyalty. Instead, you owe the monk a favor."
Nangong Ling said in a deep voice: "I know it's selfish of me to say this, but I also hope that I can have a chance to meet the monk again in the next life, because I am also the successor of the Half-Life Dao."
When I looked at Nangong Ling, the latter had slowly turned around, walked into a cell holding Monk Shi's head, gently closed the door and sat down.
Nangong Ling, who was hugging Shi Heshang tightly, soon lost her voice - she and Shi Heshang left together. Although their bodies were tightly hugged, their souls had long since dissipated. I couldn't see their souls leaving hand in hand, but I knew they were waiting for me, waiting to change their fate, to affect their destiny, and to fulfill their wishes. (To be continued)